The gang of three finally made it to the woods, it was dark under those leaves, and they seemed to cover the area in a shadow. Billy couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched but shoved it off, as a case of the heebie jeebies. The trees made him feel small in a way, they were so tall and older, giving off a sense of mystery. He looked into the forest and could only remember playing tag with his sister, in a similar setting. A good memory, turned painful in an instant.

Billy noticed that the other two were staring, he avoided eye contact as he abruptly said, [color=gold]"Thought I saw something in there, must be my imagination! Anyways lets collect some good size chunks then I can cut them up. We wouldn't want to take too long, I'm sure the others are just dying of boredom without us."[/color]

Billy then got to work, collecting some decent sized sticks about as wide as his arm. He swung the hatchet down, over and over again, forming a small pile. He repeated this several times before becoming tired out, panting he said, [color=gold]"Alright, who wants a turn,"[/color] He paused to catch his breath, [color=gold]"With the hatchet? I'm too old for this.[/color]